In my previous life, it was my creative talent and audio editing skills that helped Kelly package herself as a pop diva.

She was confident and eager to participate in the most popular singing show.

I warned her, "The show is live, Kelly. You can't fix your vocals. If you go, you'll be exposed."

She slapped me across the face, accusing me of being jealous of her ample opportunity.

In the end, I did everything I could to stop her from going on the show, but it became an overnight sensation.

She resented me deeply, blaming me for stopping her from becoming a global superstar.

And eventually, she pushed me down the stairs, killing me.

But now, I had another chance.

I nodded eagerly.

"Go, of course, you should go! Kelly, this is an incredible opportunity. You can't miss it."

***

"Wow! Oh my goodness, the singing show actually invited me to participate! Ahh..."

Kelly's piercing scream jolted me awake.

I opened my eyes to see her face twisted with excitement.

"Elly, did you see? The singing show! The singing show invited me!

"Do you know how many people dream of this stage? How many have been trying for years just to get on it? And they invited me! Do you know what a massive fortune this is?"

"Yes, a massive fortune indeed. I had been reborn.

To me, this was the fortune of a lifetime." I thought.

In my previous life, it was at this exact moment when Kelly received the invitation from the show that I noticed the small print at the bottom of the letter.

The show would be broadcast live with no audio editing, no pitch correction, just pure, unfiltered singing.

I knew Kelly's abilities all too well.

The reason she had risen to fame in the past two years was due to three things. First, her flawless looks and figure.

I'll admit, the women in our family are all stunning, including me.

Second, the magic of audio editing had saved her. Even when she sang off-key, the technology could make her sound like an angel.

Third, my songwriting talent. I had written and composed all her songs.

All my songs were for her alone.

And most importantly, I helped Kelly with most of the songs she sang, and she even let me go straight to the recording.

That's why she's been on fire as a top-tier star for the past two years.

Various variety shows have been on.

But the singing show was her dream stage.

If she could stand on that stage and win, she would reach an unprecedented level of fame.

However, in my previous life, she had become so lost in the illusion of her fame that she forgot her actual abilities.

So, I desperately tried to stop her.

"This show is broadcast live, Kelly. Live! There won't be any audio editing for you. Think about your singing skills. Are you really confident enough to go on stage?"

She refused to listen.

"Why shouldn't I? Haven't you seen my fanbase? I have over a hundred million followers! As long as even a fraction of them show up, I'll win every round."

I rolled my eyes.

Out of that hundred million, ninety million fans were fake.

She was completely delusional, but I remained clear-headed.

In the end, I managed to stop her from going on the show.

But the show became an overnight global sensation.

I was relieved that she hadn't embarrassed herself on such a grand stage, but she resented me for making her miss out on the chance to become a global superstar.

And eventually, it got me killed.

Now, I was even more excited than she was.

"Kelly, they actually invited you! This is an incredible opportunity; you have to seize it!"

She clutched the invitation tightly.

"Yes, with my talent, if I participate in this show, I'll definitely reach new heights of fame."

I nodded.

"Absolutely. I just confirmed with the production team that there are several famous international singers this season. If you beat them, you'll become a global sensation!

"Kelly, don't forget about me when you're famous. I still need to stick around with you."

She patted my cheek.

"Don't worry. As long as you keep writing songs for me, Rachel, you'll definitely get your share of the rewards."

I nearly cursed out loud.

"She's so stingy. Despite my hard work and dedication in writing those songs, she only paid me a thousand dollars per song.

And she had the nerve to act like she was being generous." I thought.

"Just so you know, it's only because you're my sister. Otherwise, I wouldn't even look at the trash you write. I'm just giving you a way to make a living."

"Haha!

She had bought songs from other people, including some so-called big-name producers.

But none of them made a splash because only I understood her." I thought.

Each song was custom-made for her, and I even recorded most of them myself. That's why every song became a hit.

She thought it was her talent, but I knew the truth. It was my songs that were the real winners.

Kelly excitedly accepted the show's invitation, and the next day, she headed to the venue with her team.

On the way, she scrolled through the news on her phone, pleased with the trending topics her team had bought for her.

Those bought-and-paid-for fans were showering her with praise.

Netizen 1: [Wow, Kelly finally has a chance to prove herself.]

Netizen 2: [Yeah, this is the stage our superstar deserves.]

Netizen 3: [The show finally invited the right person. Kelly is about to become a global icon, a star in her own league.]

Kelly's smile was so wide it practically stretched off her face, but I knew soon she'd be unable to smile at all.

During the rehearsal, Kelly was dismissive.

"Do I really need to rehearse? With all these years of performance experience, Director, I think I'll skip it."

The production team obviously didn't agree, but they carefully explained.

"Ms. Edwards, this is a global live broadcast. There's no room for mistakes, and you'll only have one chance to sing. If you don't rehearse and something goes wrong...

"And Rachel here has been rehearsing seriously."

Kelly cut him off, annoyed.

"You think I'll mess up? That's ridiculous. You've heard me sing before.

"With my talent, I'll blow those foreign singers out of the water. I don't need to rehearse."

The staff member wanted to persuade her further, but I quickly ushered them out.

I couldn't let them convince Kelly to rehearse. If she did, the production team might even replace her at the last minute, and that would ruin everything.

Kelly continued to scroll through her phone, lost in the false adoration of those fake fans.

Ha!

While she was distracted, I sneaked into the studio to watch the other singers rehearse.

Each one was more focused than the last, even the 50-year-old veteran diva.

I remembered how, in my past life, after the show aired, everyone praised her, calling her the guardian of Meriodland's music industry, the last bastion of dignity for Meriodland's music scene.

She single-handedly held her own against several foreign competitors.

I had to admit, I respected her for that. She worked incredibly hard.

But this time, I was here to help her.